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Today i went to Santa Monica...driving down santa monica bcd, i saw this homeless guy, pushing a shopping cart. I looked at him in his torn clothes, and shopping cart...he looked at me in my nice clothes in a $30,000 ... we both smiled, and waved. Material things aside, we knew...what we knew..i dont know, just a universal understanding. That moment i waved to him,and he waved back was one of the happiest moments of my life. Right then i knew i wanted to help people. Not him, not anyone specific, just people..i want to do good and help them. Then we get to the pier, and theres so many people doing diffrent things, we walk down hte beach, and tehres some guy standing completely still, while some other guys doing backflips....people are acting CRAZY, but here its considered an art form, it was beautiful. Watching many people of diffrent backgrouns do thier thing, with a cool breaze coming thorugh...listening to the waves break ok the beach, and the rollercoasted fly by with people screaming in excitement, then the sound of people rollerblading behind you, and htier wheels grinding on the little bit of sand that is on the road. Its beautiful.
-------------------- The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days.
Nice. A fine refreshing post to the usual love-story sadness, depression and general dementia here on the board.
It actually made me a little bit more inclined to follow up on some plans I'm having lately, which will mean leaving my entire life behind me, so if it goes wrong it's all your fault!
Eternally boggled, flummoxed, bewildered and surprised.